"Guo'er?" Xiaolongnü murmured, looking utterly incredulous.
Song Qingshu, standing behind her, clearly felt her body tremble as though she might collapse. He hurriedly stepped forward to support her. "Junior Sister, what's wrong?"
Xiaolongnü's face was deathly pale. She stared inside with her lips tightly pressed together, saying nothing.
Curious, Song Qingshu peered through the crack in the door. On the bed where Xiaolongnü had just been treated lay a man and a woman entwined together. The man was missing an arm. He was none other than Yang Guo, who had returned after leaving. The woman wore a bright red wedding gown—the very one Xiaolongnü had worn earlier.
Song Qingshu wondered where Yang Guo had found a woman in such haste. Curious about her identity, he looked closer. Though most of her body was blocked by Yang Guo, he caught occasional glimpses of her face and recognized her at once. It was the Puchá Clan's eldest daughter—Pucha Qiucao.
Song Qingshu's expression immediately turned strange. Hadn't he sent her down the mountain to keep the troops in line? Why was she here fooling around with Yang Guo?
Though Song Qingshu knew Pucha Qiucao and Yang Guo had a marriage arrangement, they had not married yet. Besides, Yang Guo had publicly refused the marriage in the imperial palace at Daxing Prefecture last time. Their sudden progression to this stage left Song Qingshu deeply surprised.
At first, he worried that Yang Guo had forced Pucha Qiucao and considered intervening to save her. But he quickly abandoned that thought. The pretty face Pucha Qiucao occasionally revealed was both coy and delighted as she gazed tenderly at the man above her, her arms actively wrapped around Yang Guo. How did she look forced in the slightest?
Apparently, Xiaolongnü reached the same conclusion. She suddenly spat out